Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.